Where She Belongs

| 09 |

A/n: Y'all, you should know what happened in the anime and yeahhhhh, if you don't for some reason, then what's happened is Killua was disqualified since he killed one of the other contestants and he went home!

Now, let's get on with the story! :3

Y/n' POV

"Netero-sensei..."

I stalked up the chairman, ignoring the many states thrown at me.

"Netero-sensei, I've already passed right?"

He stroked his beard, nodding.

"Yes, of course, what is it y/n?"

I took in a deep breath and gathered the rest of my courage together. I found it rude to ask for something more, especially since I was given such a priveledged chance to study under him.....

But...

Any of my friends are just as important....

"Netero-sama....could I leave here now? I...I want to go after Killua-kun. I promise I'll be back after to train!"

The chairman seemed to be in thought before he smiled.

"Do you know where he lives?"

I sweat dropped bullets.

~~~

I tugged on Illumi's top, drawing his attention.

"Ah...Illumi-san, where do you live?"

...I sound like a stalker....

He stayed silent as I cried rivers on the inside.

"...Kukuroo mountain."

My eyes turned into dots before realising what he meant.

"O-oh!" I started my way to the door, "thank you, Illumi-san!!!" I sent him a sincere smile and was on my way to find Killua.

~~~

Gon's POV

I woke up with Satotz by my side.

"Oh Gon, you're awake." He cleared his throat and grabbed a thin card, handing it to me. "This is your hunters licence."

I was about to refuse it when-

"Your win is final."

I sighed in defeat...

"The matches are all finished by now." Satotz continued.

"Oh....did y/n and Killua pass?"

"Y/n passed, though she was rejected."

"What do you mean, 'rejected'?"

"She was up against Hisoka, but he surrendered before the match even began, claiming he wanted to fight her at her strongest."

I clenched my firsts a little, she was probably feeling like me when I was on the airship...though, I'm sure she's far stronger than me....

"Then, what about Killua?" I eventually asked.

He cleared his throat again, "y/n went after him, he was....disqualified...."

~~~

Y/n's POV

After ordering a ticket- signing a about 86 shirts and notepads and running away from stampedes of humanoid rhinos-I finally boarded the plane.

They prepared a private jet for me, since well, I'm famous and have the money....

I sighed shakily, since I've never been to a friend's house before, much less had the time to make any around my age....